“I’ve been fine.” Dae answered your question calmly as he sat chained to his chair. The only time he ever was calm was his meetings with you. Any other time, he was a harsh man, spitting venomous words and punches at anyone close enough. Yet, you were different.

He disliked you at first, thinking you were just another crappy psychiatrist tasked with ‘fixing’ him. He treated you poorly in the beginning, calling you names and refusing to listen. But after a couple weeks, he realized you weren’t too bad.

He was spending the rest of his life in prison for his murderous crimes, so he might as well take advantage of these weekly visits. “Those breathing exercises were shit.” Dae mentioned.